Sorrow of an Abused Soul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
How emotional/verbal abuse looks and feels.

Submitted: July 31, 2013

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Submitted: July 31, 2013



Fists through walls, 

treasured tokens

smashed and broken

I stand here like a statue,

taking it all in,

frightened and alone,

while you committ your sin.


The tears keep streaming, 

much to my shame.  

Why can't I be stronger,

and just walk away?


More yelling, insults and profanity.

Just what did I do 

to cause all this insanity?


I try to appease,

to 'keep calm and carry on'

but it does no good;

nothing wil pacify

your discontent. 


When finally the tantrum ends

along with the day 

you ask again for forgiveness

while trying to hug and kiss your 

guilt away. 


On the outside, 

I am saying it's okay,

that there will be better days.

On the inside

I am not buying your apologies,

for there will ALWAYS be a next time,

and a next after that.


So if I walk away from it all,

am I strong or am I weak?

I want to go away

to be happy and safe,

but your people ask me to stay.

Volunteer or victim,

which role in this do I play?


Death would be a welcomed relief,

to a life I cannot mend nor escape.

I guess I am not that lucky, 

at least not today.


So the emotional cuts go unnoticed, 

the verbal bleeding does not end.

Until this life is over, 

my soul will bear the burden

of your sins.



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